Neighborhood

July and August are the hottest months.

Ying Wen usually likes to buy a watermelon outside at this time, and then stay at home all day, watching TV with the watermelon in his arms.

A variety show of some TV station was playing on the TV, and a group of people laughed there.

Ying Wen was distracted, and the red and tender flesh in the spoon had not been eaten for a long time.

"Kacha" the door rang, and Ying Wen was shocked, shaking her upturned feet, and turned her head to look at Qu Zixu who came in through the door.

"Did you get off work so early today?"

Qu Zixu nodded, put the bag beside him, and stretched out his hand to tug on the tie around his neck.

"There's not much to do today, so I came back early." He changed into his slippers and came in. Seeing that Ying Wen had only eaten a few mouthfuls of half a watermelon, he asked casually, "I don't have an appetite today? Why did I only eat a little. "

You know, he usually doesn't have a bite.

"Ahem, no," Ying Wen put his feet off the coffee table, and looked at him twice, "Tsk, why are you still wearing a suit? It's not too hot."

Qu Zixu ate two mouthfuls of tender watermelon with the spoon in his hand, and squinted his eyes comfortably.

"No way, let's go to work."

He squinted at Ying Wen, "Besides, I think you also like it very much."

"Cough, cough..." Ying Wen choked on him, grabbed the spoon and stuck it on the watermelon, "Don't eat it, I have to eat later!"

"All right, all right," Qu Zixu knew very well that he couldn't push this person too hastily, otherwise, depending on how good-faced he was, he probably wouldn't want to admit it.

"What's for dinner, have you ordered?"

"Early, early." Ying Wen stumbled for some reason, stood up holding half of the watermelon, pulled on the slippers and walked to the kitchen, "It's just that you came back too late and it's cold... I Go warm up."

Qu Zixu was stunned on the sofa, amused, "Just now I was saying that I came back early, but now I am late again..."

Ying Wen went to heat up the dishes, so he went back to his room to change his clothes, and when he was waiting for him to come out, he happened to see Ying Wen laying out a plate of dark things among a pile of dishes.

Qu Zixu was very curious, sat at the table and looked at the dish, and said with a smile, "Which chef made this, it looks so different."

Ying Wen coughed twice, "What do you care about so much, just eat."

Qu Zixu looked at the tip of his reddened ear for two seconds, couldn't help but almost laughed, "Okay, but you have to give me a bowl."

"Oh, oh," Ying Wen ran into the kitchen and took out two bowls, put them in front of Qu Zixu with a "snap", looked at him with piercing eyes, "Eat."

Qu Zixu couldn't laugh anymore.

To be honest, this "chef" is obviously someone who is looking at him eagerly, and he also understands Ying Wen's desire to cook for him... But this plate of food is really not intended to poison her husband ?

He swallowed, and warmly invited Ying Wen to eat with him.

"You eat too, don't just look at me."

Ying Wen didn't shirk it, and grabbed the chopsticks towards the plate that looked like fried shredded pork with green peppers.

Qu Zixu looked at him dumbfounded, but Ying Wen said in the next second, "It's delicious! You can try it too."

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Qu Zixu thought that the dish just looked ugly but actually tasted good, so he was relieved.

"I didn't expect the dishes to have ugly appearances..." Before he could finish his words, he was choked by the strange taste in his mouth, and it took him a while to swallow the food.

Ying Wen also looked at him eagerly, "How is it?"

Qu Zixu forced a smile, "It's okay..."

Ying Wen felt elated when he heard this, and Qu Zixu could even see his tail flicking up to the sky, so he had no choice but to take back the "but" at the end.

He asked Ying Wen sincerely, "Do you really think it's delicious?"

"Well," Ying Wen replied, "what else?"

"……nothing."

Isn't it just a meal, and it's not like I can't eat it.

After the meal, Qu Zixu slumped on the sofa to refresh himself. Ying Wen copied the bowls and chopsticks into the sink, then strolled over, with his hands behind his back, and told him mysteriously, "Actually, one of the dishes just now was made by me. .”

Qu Zixu cooperated with him, "What is it?"

"Green pepper fried shredded pork."

"Wow," Qu Zixu praised him dryly, "I really didn't expect that."

Ying Wen looked down at him for two seconds, then stretched out his hand to pull his face angrily, "Did you see it?!"

Qu Zixu let him make trouble, "Isn't this an obvious thing... It hurts, it hurts, take it easy."

Ying Wen made a fuss for a while, then pulled people up.

"What?"

"Go out to eat!" Ying Wen pushed him to the entrance, "Hurry up and put on your shoes, let's go out for supper."

"You are..."

"Shut up," Ying Wen interrupted him, "Hurry up."

There were a few shops outside the community, and Qu Zixu didn't choose one, so he found a shop that sold Bo Bo Chicken, and went to the next shop to bring two bowls of ice powder, and then he let out a sigh of relief.

Ying Wen held back his thoughts carefully, and now seeing him in such a comfortable state made him feel even more uncomfortable.

The proprietress was still warmly greeting the passers-by. The two of them were sitting on the side of the road. Occasionally, a gust of hot wind blew, and there was a little smell of the hot pot next door.

Ying Wen took a sip of ice water and asked him, "I...do the food I cook really taste bad?"

"Ahem..." Qu Zixu choked, and was really afraid of hurting Yingwen's self-esteem, so he said, "It's okay, don't you think I've finished eating."

Ying Wen raised her eyebrows, "Then I'll make it for you next time?"

Qu Zixu stretched out his hand to hold Ying Wen's hand, and said seriously, "But you can leave the simple things like cooking to me in the future, and you can just enjoy them at home."

Ying Wen and him looked at each other silently, and then they both laughed in unison.

Ying Wen said, "Come on less, if it doesn't taste good, it won't taste good. I'm still not willing to make it."

"I'll do it well, it's your turn to do this kind of thing,"

The proprietress brought up the dishes they ordered, and the pot was full. The cooked vegetables were covered with a layer of red oil, and white sesame seeds were still floating on the soup, which was full of fragrance.

Qu Zixu picked out a bunch of beef and handed it to Ying Wen, "Try it."

Ying Wen chewed with puffed mouth, "It's delicious!"

Qu Zixu rubbed his hair with a smile, and when he looked up, he saw a familiar figure in front of him.

He reached out and touched Ying Wen, motioning him to look over, "Look, is that your friend Peng You?"